"You know what I told you," said Adele to Patty, after they had
left. "We have plenty of girls around here, but not many men. So for
the May-party, I want you to ask a few of your friends to come up."
"All right, I will; the boys will all be glad to come. Which ones do
you want?"
"I've already asked Roger Farrington, and we'll see about the others
later."
"All right," said Patty, carelessly; "I've one or two new friends
whom I'm sure you will like."
The next day Patty had a brilliant idea for a joke on Kit Cameron.
It popped into her head quite suddenly, and she gleefully told her
scheme to Adele and Daisy, as they sat together in Adele's own
pleasant sitting-room.
"Doesn't Mr. Cameron know you're up here?" asked Adele.
"No; I haven't seen him for a week or two. He went South with the
Homers and only came home the day I left."
The plan was carefully thought out, amid giggling and laughter, and
the final result was achieved by Patty in the form of a much
scribbled letter.
"Now I'm going down to copy this on Jim's typewriter," she said. And
she flew downstairs to the library, from which opened a small office
fitted up for Mr. Kenerley's home use.
Jim Kenerley had gone to business, and Van Reypen and Hal Ferris
were playing golf, so Patty had the place to herself; and by dint of
slow but persevering pounding on the typewriter, she picked out the
following missive:
"Mr.
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